WARNING: this story contains incest, pure homophobia, forced domination and slavery, violence and other elements that may be disturbing to those who do not like this kind of thing. If this is your case, I advise against reading it
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Around 5 p.m. Bill showed up at the house. Before we opened the door for him, my father instructed me:
-Remember that a slave is always obliged to carry out any command a superior gives him, unless his Master tells him otherwise. And now you are inferior to any free man. Besides, you must always greet a superior by kissing his feet...
My father opened the door and I immediately prostrated myself and kissed Bill's sneakers. He was a slightly younger man than my father, equally tall and stout, and his body exuded virility. He was dressed casually, in a T-shirt and jeans. My father also dressed similarly.
-Well, well... very good, you have him well trained so far -said Bill smiling and patting me on the head. I stood up happily and they went to sit on the couch, while my father ordered me to serve them some snacks and drinks. I did so and remained standing next to them, attentive to anything they might need, while they chatted casually. My father explained the training I had been undergoing the last few days and they talked about it. You can't imagine how insignificant I felt while those two men were talking about me, as if I wasn't in front of them. From time to time Bill looked at me, until at one point he suddenly ordered me:
-Slave, my feet are very tired, why don't you take my shoes off and give me a good massage.
My father was a bit surprised, with a "I never thought of that" look on his face. For my part, I hurried to kneel down in front of Bill and barefoot him. I wanted to do things right at all costs. Soon I had those feet, big and beautiful, in my hands. Their smell, though not very strong, reached my nose and I couldn't help but become intoxicated with it. I loved a man's feet so much! I began to massage them with all my heart.
-Ummmm -Bill moaned with pleasure-. What a pleasure... Be sure to give them little kisses...
I did, of course, but besides that I licked them with fruition, I had a huge foot fetish and I was in heaven at that moment! Bill noticed, but at the time he didn't say anything. After a while he asked my father if he wanted a massage too, to which my father agreed, intrigued. He'd probably never had one before. I went over to my dad's bare feet and went wildly licking and kissing my dad's big, smelly, wonderful feet. This time they both noticed and Bill laughed:
-Look how he licks your feet, he seems to love it, hahaha... Of course these faggots are perverts, hahaha...
His words wounded me like daggers. My father glared at him and Bill was quick to say:
-Okay, okay... I shouldn't have said that... I'm sorry. We'll respect your little boy....
Calmer, I went back to my work. Without being able to help it my hand went to my crotch, I was so aroused to serve those great men! Bill noticed and touched my father's hand, where he knew the chip was located, giving me a sharp shock on the collar. In pain I fell to the floor as Bill reproached my father:
-Really? Is this the training you have given him? -And turning to me: -Never, NEVER, dare to touch yourself in front of your master, what were you thinking? -He turned to my father again: -In fact, a slave has no right to sexual pleasure whatsoever. I guess you haven't put a chastity device on him yet, have you?
-No, no, I haven't... -my father admitted, guilt in his voice.
-We'll have to put one on him... -and again he turned to me and ordered: -Go on with what you were doing!
Stunned and overwhelmed I returned to my father's feet, with considerably less enthusiasm this time. At one point, Bill ordered me to lie face up on the floor and told my father to put both feet on my face, saying that this was a position that would put us both, master and slave, in our proper place. My father obeyed and I was crushed by his huge feet. He had no qualms about throwing all their weight on me. Good thing he was sitting down. They continued to talk casually, ignoring me as I tried to breathe with my face completely squashed under my father's feet. Bill then commented to him:
-The collar discharge is fine, but when the inspector is here, I would recommend for corrections something a little more... involved, more personal.
-What do you mean? -my father asked.
-Well... -Bill hesitated a bit-, a good smack in the face, or other things we'll see.
My father couldn't help a look of utter horror on his face, though he immediately tried to hide it. I suppose the one I must have had in my face was no less, even if they couldn't see it. They continued the talk, and soon after, Bill asked my father, a little embarrassed:
-Have you used him yet for...well, you know...
-Well, no -my father said flatly. He knew what Bill was talking about-. I don't understand how, when homosexual practices are completely forbidden, this is allowed and praised.
I realized what they were referring to and shuddered. Bill replied:
-Because that's not really a sexual practice. It's just a master using his slave to let off steam and for his pleasure -my father looked at him with an incredulous expression. So much so, that Bill was forced to add-, Well...yes...I know it may not make a lot of sense, but it is. And you know it's an important part of the training manual.
-Yes, but I was going to ignore that. In my case, besides, I think it's really immoral. He's my son, for God's sake!
-Well, you can't ignore it. Not if you don't want the inspector to get suspicious.
My father hung his head in sorrow and they were silent for a while. Finally, Bill said:
-Well, if you like, I can break the ice and then you go on -and, without further ado, he got up and ordered me: -Slave, take out my cock and start sucking. Be sure to give me pleasure, and be careful, if I feel your teeth, I'll pull them out. Come on!
I stayed for a moment motionless and stunned, with the bulging package of his jeans in front of my face. I hadn't expected this at all. Seeing that I didn't obey immediately, Bill turned to my father expectantly. My father, who was quite overcome by the situation, understood what was being asked of him and clicked the chip, giving me a not too strong shock on the collar. Bill replied:
-Okay, but better... what I told you.
I shivered, waiting for what would come next. My father, looking absolutely horrified, raised his big hand and hit me in the face. The blow was so weak and so ridiculous that it astonished even me. Bill's look of utter reproach was so expressive that my father could not but overcome himself and tried again. And this time he gave me such a slap with his huge hand that it turned my face upside down. I looked at him, unable to believe it, and saw that his lips soundlessly mouthed the word "Sorry". That comforted me a little, but not enough. I could not, however, stop to think about it too much. Bill pressed me:
-What are you waiting for, do you want me to give you another smack?
I hastily unbuttoned his fly and carefully pulled out his cock. It was still flaccid, but it was a good size. The unmistakable smell of a man's crotch flooded my nostrils and my reason clouded. I no longer remembered where I was or who I was. At that moment all that mattered was giving pleasure to that magnificent manhood. I began to suck gently while my tongue played with his glans. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I felt that divine cock grow and grow until it filled my mouth with its splendid hardness. I began to swallow it thoroughly and immediately felt Bill's hand on the back of my neck pushing it further into me.
-Ummmmmmmm... yes... God... -he moaned with pleasure-, keep going faggot... keep going....
He began to fuck my mouth wildly, but I had a lot of practice and I held on well, giving him maximum pleasure with my lips and tongue. It didn't take long to feel his spasms and, with a guttural cry, he filled my mouth with his cum. I was going to pull away, but he grabbed the back of my neck.
-Don't even think about spitting, faggot. You swallow it all.
So I did, feeling the sticky liquid go down my throat. Bill let go my head and collapsed on the couch.
-Aaaaah, this is heaven! -he exclaimed. However, he didn't get to relax much. He immediately ordered me: -It's your Master's turn. Come on!
My father, who had watched the whole scene before between horror and fascination, no longer had the courage to refuse and stood up. I saw myself again with another beautiful fly in jeans in my face. I looked up at my father's face, but he avoided my gaze. He looked very embarrassed, but at the same time determined to do his part, so I didn't hesitate any longer and pulled out of his confinement that wonderful cock that had given me life. It was thicker than Bill's and it was already half-erect. Had he been turned on by what he had seen and so was he already more inclined to let himself be done? I didn't know and didn't care. In a second I was already working him with my mouth, again in the pure ecstasy of worshipping the manhood of a macho man like my father. It also immediately got rock hard with my expertise sucking. And my father went crazy:
-Oooooooh, yes...fuck...fuck...God...
Along with my arousal, I felt so proud to be bringing this huge pleasure to my father that I think I cum without even touching myself. Good thing they didn't notice. My father ended up fucking my mouth, albeit, more gently, without using his hand on the back of my neck, and a few minutes later, the semen he had created me was spilling in great spurts into my mouth. So copiously that it leaked out of the corners of my lips. I had never seen anything like it. How long had my father gone without cumming? Of course, I swallowed with delight every last drop of that divine delicacy. When it was over, my father collapsed on the couch, just as his coworker had done.
-God, I've never felt anything like this before -said my father, still panting-. It was incredible! -he added-, I could get used to this...
I thought my father must have never been blown by my mother, or she wasn't very good at it. I was very pleased to have given him so much pleasure. Bill replied:
-Yeah, the good thing about faggots is that they come with this ability already from the birth, hahaha...
